Chapter Thirty-Two: Salvation

"Drop the blade, and perhaps I might consider leaving your corpse intact," Xiao Junchi said, his resolve unmoved by the assassin holding a hostage.

"Take another step, and I really won't be so polite!" The assassin had not expected Xiao Junchi to disregard the hostage entirely, even going so far as to draw his bow and aim directly at him.

The skin on Tan Mingyue's neck had already been sliced by the blade pressed against it; fresh blood trickled down her pale, slender throat, staining her collar crimson.

The standoff between the two sides was, in the end...

Luo Yue grew anxious. If this person was the one he had been waiting for, and he just up and left, what would happen to his own plans to descend the mountain?

But regret is meaningless; had it been otherwise, the Wu family would not have reached such a dire state today.

Silence fell immediately, as no one dared to voice further disagreement. He was the eldest elder of Duan Village and held the greatest authority; even Duanmu Hu had to listen carefully to his words.

Luo Yue did not understand what was happening. It was only through Yi Mochen's explanation that he learned those who returned from that place aged at the speed of light, a phenomenon most pronounced in those who had been severely wounded.

Xu Qing sat on the sofa, preparing to call the police, when she noticed the Corgi on the floor staring intently at her, occasionally trotting in circles to win her favor.

The surrounding trees were not only unusually tall, but the beasts here seemed different—fierce beyond imagination, and mostly of species he did not recognize.

Although he had suppressed his soul cultivation, leaving the Seventh Ancestor with the strength of only a peak Level Five, Five-Star warrior, his instincts and perceptions as a former Level Nine powerhouse remained.

Zuo Jue pulled Qian Xuan toward the restaurant window and looked at her. Having not seen her for only half a month, she had changed so drastically, appearing even more exceptional than before. He stopped overthinking it.

The people outside continued to gaze at An Mengyi and Rong Jinghao with astonishment, and some had already stepped aside to clear a path for him.

In an instant, she felt as if she had returned to that night half a year ago, the eve of the college entrance exam, when she had been schemed against by Xi Ruzhu and plunged from the building, broken and unrecognizable. She shuddered.

"The children are about to start school, and we have a son to raise; there are so many places to spend money, we absolutely cannot be wasteful," Lin Yi said with a serious expression.

"Zheng Qi, hurry up. It's too cold out here, and if I catch a chill, you'll be the one to pay," Li Suoluo commanded coldly.

As for his hairstyle, Han Bochao had slicked his hair back today, a clean look that made him appear incredibly spirited, handsome, and mature.

She was just pondering how to phrase her words perfectly when Ying Er, standing beside Ying Yanyang, began to scrutinize this peculiar person.

The audience looked at him with even more fervor, feeling that such a rare man was simply one of a kind.

Brother Qiang was a stout man with a broad face, looking every bit the rugged northerner. Dressed in a suit with a gold chain and a luxury watch, he exuded the high-profile air of a wealthy, young success story. This caused Sun Yimin, sitting at the dinner table, to feel a hint of pressure and anxiety.

Yan Mu looked at Long Xiaoxiao, who was in high spirits in Jin City. She knew that the girl of the past must have grown up under the protection of General Long and Long Can. Leaving home to seek treatment and enduring a bumpy journey, she had never shown a sign of fragility, nor had she ever expressed disappointment in her lighthearted conversation.

While working odd jobs around here, he met his current wife, and after that, they successfully married and put down roots.

After they fled one after another, the slow-witted "occupying army" realized their tax revenue had shrunk. Only then did they begin to blockade the sea, and to make up for their "losses," they started raising tax rates—naturally, without considering the feelings or opinions of the residents of the River Bend region, simply following their own whims.

I nodded hurriedly. "You are. You are. Of course you are." That was beyond doubt. I wondered how Zhang Yefeng could have asked such a nonsensical question.

Ye Haolei gave a bitter laugh: "Still couldn't hold them back..." Saying this, a cunning smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth: "But this is exactly according to the boss's script!" With that, he set off in pursuit of Ye Molin.